The Yellowhammer

On a sultry summer morning

Down the dusty road we stray'd,

And plucked the wayside flowers

And ran and laughed and played!

There was not the slightest breeze,

And we wearied of our play,

And then we heard the yellowhammer say:

"A little bit of bread and no cheese!"

Once again we roamed the woodland

Wen the years had fleeted by

And, poor as mice, we pledged our vows,

My love and I.

We had kissed beneath the tress,

And then we heard again

The yellowhammer say, quite plain

"A little bit of bread and no cheese!"